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[free-grandmaa]

I let you touch me

And touched you back

You wavered so

I don't know who you are

But I let you touch me

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[rxbonisblog]

In my dreams I come home to you and you come home to me and for a split second every hardship I ever endured has meaning.

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[leoraannexx]

my mind in a space

they say go tell us what you have in mind, my mind is the place where i live in, i imagine myself in indian sitting, looking at the dark skies, with flashes of thunder and heavy rain pouring over my body. i am seated in ashes and those particles left marks on me as i move forward looking for the unknown. my body feels fragile and i don't get a chance to hold it so tight together because i know i am falling apart. as i walk in that dark, heavy atmosphere, i felt the warmth on my right hand, as if i am holding something. my hand is closed but with beaming light from the webs of my fingers. i looked at it closely until i found out that there was a star inside it. i am holding a star, my strength to survive, the hope i have within my own hand.

the comfort feels so away from the times i desperately needed safety. i wanted to become whole again and pull my body back with much stronger will. i want to feel the grace around me, i want to dance so well, in better motion, in hues of color. i want to live a life in awe of the wonder, i'll be back at it soon, maybe now i am lost and tired of walking in the desert but the star that i hold will remind me that i am the light of my own path, i'll take back my power soon, maybe in other multiverse or in another planet, i can be okay and i will be fine someday.

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[adlettres]

...sitting with a quiet heart, while listening in awe to the magnificence of the world far from the crowded places — just you and the birds, just you and the grasses, just you and the tender wind — it is on these kinds of days or moments i am mostly touched. enchanted.

admer balingan, excerpt from metamorphosis, “stationary” p. 124.

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[whateverwhimsy]

Pull me in, pulverize. Would that my gaze might disguise some semblances of  the truth of pain, but manage to sustain extended honesty in eye-contact. Flowers from the dirt,  I don’t feel I know how to skirt disaster just yet but I’ll get granular for the sake of reminding myself there’s a hopeful sheen on the shine of easy conversation, and some elation in this filtering of fixations and the fix - quick, we’ll whip that bitterness into a succulent dessert and avert our souls from disaster. I’m ready for what comes after.

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[thedemonswontwin]

Life is about

Endings

Things end

In a panic

Sweat

Or

Pause

Like a slowly

Moving film

We wait

For what seems

Like forever

For it to end

Like a hot burning

Romance

About to blow out

We are almost startled

To find it over

And we miss it

Like a childhood

That brought joy

And sorrow

Birthday cakes

And a variety of takes

We mourn

It’s end

But look forward

To what comes next

When pandemics end

They don’t just go away

They linger

They overstay their stay

But how do we know

When the end is here

And normal can resume

Is it ever that clear

Can an old normal

Really resume

After an end

Or does what’s normal end too

Leaving us

Altogether changed

With life

Unbound

Stretching its arms

Searching

For the next thing

That will end

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[lhunacy]

and I know that if I have millions of heart, I will still give each of them to yours.

Lhunacy

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[semjase]

You were the

reason why

poetries and

coffee were

created.

Semjase 11: 19 / 06-07-21

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[mixedindy]

I’ve done it.. I’ve made my first gif from scratch (insp) Quote by @story-dj

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[lmcprieto]

In my dreams,

I’m fleeing,

Leaving this place I’ve grown sick from.

And your spectre-like presence stays sitting.

Away I escape towards the dawn.

In my dreams,

I’m loving you. And it’s enough.

There’s not much to run from.

No longer weary of life.

Finally out of my rut.

In my dreams,

There was a lie and there was a truth.

There was imagination and there was my youth.

There was me and there was you.

Someplace to escape to.

LMCP

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[free-grandmaa]

I love being a women

Everything about it

Blood, burnings, and birth

Airy, soft

Pure fire and magic

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[thesongachillessang]

A Mothers Love.

I never knew how not to find your face out in the crowd,

I subconsciously seek it so I may be one step ahead when the alcohol serves its tour,

And often times I forget the only place I can find it anymore,

is six feet under in a casket.

People always tell me that I’m mature for my age,

but childish to believe in love, or beauty,

and I can’t help but be reminded of you.

Those venom-soaked words unable to comprehend the life you made was not yours to own.

All those days I spent hidden under bunk-beds

clinging to made-up realities,

Because the truth lays drunk on the kitchen floor after leaving black and blue prints on her children.

Part of me is still afraid.

I see you in the darkness of my room at night,

when I’m too weak from exhaust to defend myself.

I think you’re simply waiting to pounce on me,

getting revenge for all those times I stood up to you in email,

because seeing you in person would’ve guaranteed death.

You played the victim so well-

that I cannot talk about this trauma without wondering if I’ll turn out like you.

So like a good boy, I sit still and shut up.

But I can hear you call me a wretched bastard, still,

In my dreams I can feel you choking me,

shoving me under the water of the bath tub when I was 6,

telling me about the abortion you shouldn’t have backed out of.

I’m seventeen now, and I still get anxious when my head dives under those crystal waves,

I fear you might be there waiting to keep me under.

I never craved a mothers love,

I craved her forgiveness for continuing to exist in her world,

Her domain.

And still, never being enough,

and no amount of therapy can make me forget the cruelties of your mind,

and how often you shamed me to train codependency.

No one could love me better, but no one could hate me more.

No one could treat me the way you do-

You were right, few people could match your stabbing game. 

So I sit here as mother dearest rots in her grave,

yet in death I find you more present in haunting,

Than you ever were in life. 

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[please-letmein]

Blissful Ignorance Created by The

You are only blissfully unaware, until you are not

You are only blissfully unaware, until you feel your stomach,

tie itself into a knot,

It was only blissful, when you was not aware, but now that you are,

I’m asking, do you care

I’ve accepted that we live this way,

Ignorance is the key,

When something’s bad happens it’ll wake you up to the,

world and it’s madness,

and all things below the surface,

I’ve been writing for months and I still don’t know how to word this,

because it’s tricky,

and there’s so many situations I’ve found myself in,

I guess I’ll describe them as sticky,

and it’s clear, without me saying,

that we all know what I mean,

I don’t know why I keep rehearsing speeches in my dreams,

As if I’m going to wake the world up to everything, the scenes,

daily occurrences, the reality, the screams,

here, take a look, take a look behind the scenes,

this is where you’ll see right through all the screens,

Here is where you’ll notice, not everything is true,

if you look to the left you’ll see a broader view,

don’t squint your eyes, it’s not as bad as you think,

but I suppose, if you read the shit their hiding from us, you wouldn’t sleep a wink

And I guess there’s a reason for everything

and we can’t keep getting sad at the news,

and you’d think we’d learn, or atleast expect to lose,

But we don’t, we live in anticipation,

And believe what we see,

this is a story of how my life, perpetrated me.

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[adlettres]

but for a while, poetry is wandering. patching, unremembering hideous wound marks on these hands. for a while. for a while. i'm breathing clean and anibong is home tiptoeing on my hair, on my skin, softly. lovingly.

admer balingan, excerpt from metamorphosis, “daydreams on my desk” p. 144.

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[whateverwhimsy]

Prelapsarian

There’s a fuzzy sketch in the sky of a life that I lived under cover, more than a thousand times back when the world wasn’t dead and my head wasn’t filled with simple lusts of the flesh - I used to feel a sensuousness just as supple and deep and sweet as I’d always dreamed, and it seems my goal is deadset, now, on finding the map that I left there in all of my worst decisions. Let’s hope I can redeem them.

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[thedemonswontwin]

I want to be a snowflake

When I grow up

Unique

Unlike any other take

I want to close

Schools and offices

My crystalline form

Freezing everyone’s pose

I want to fly through the air

In a snowball

Then splat

If you dare

I want to rev up tracks

For the sleds

Going down

The hill’s paths

I want to be seen

As the attire for trees

And plants and things

Wintery green

I want to be a reason

For mittens and hats

Scarves and wool clothing

Season

I want to make cheeks flush

And glisten

Damp with cold’s

Rush

I want to cover the ground

With a perfect carpet

And make it pretty

With a nothing sound

I want love to take its turn

Grow as I push

People together to

Stay warm

I want to be all these things

Different and special from

Everyone

Winter’s magical being

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